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spicysix · 10 months

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i was a no (never 'maybe'?)

"Robin takes her by the waist with one hand as the other reaches her face for a caress. Their eyes meet and Chrissy smiles before tilting forward. Her skin is silky smooth and as their lips meet there are fireworks- “Whatcha’ doin’?” Eddie’s voice is right by her ear. ❀ She’s pressed against a door, and Chrissy’s hands are on both sides of her head. She smells citric, her hair’s up in that cheerleader ponytail with the bow to make it better. Her lips are glossy, and Robin knows they taste of berries, and she confirms it once Chrissy leans in and their lips meet. There are fireworks- “What are you doing?” Robin wakes up from her daydreaming with Nancy’s voice behind her." or: Robin has a chronic problem of daydreaming about her crush.

warnings/tags: pining, friends-to-lovers, farmer market!AU, Robin is gay and oblivious, everyone else is gay and a meddler, fluff!! word count: 3.8k author's note: happy buckingham taking over jargyle jursday - so i guess it's Buckingham Bursday? anyway. and happy pride! 💚🏳️‍🌈 entirely based on the song and music video of 'chance' by Hayley Kiyoko (lesbian Mother yayyyy). you decided this one, remember that poll? heh, thanks for that. also shoutout to the ST rarepairs discord server for the help coming up with what everyone in this farmer market sells. hope y'all like it, happy reading! ♡

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Robin takes her by the waist with one hand as the other reaches her face for a caress. Their eyes meet and Chrissy smiles before tilting forward. Her skin is silky smooth and as their lips meet there are fireworks-

“Whatcha’ doin’?” Eddie’s voice is right by her ear.

“SHIT!” she shrieks, startled, before turning to face Eddie as he has a knowing smirk on his lips. Steve is behind him, trying to hold in his laughter. “I’m not doing anything!” she defends herself even if she knows they’re not gonna buy it.

“If you’d just let us meddle, you’d be together by now,” Eddie says as he shrugs.

Robin’s eyes go back to where they were just a few seconds ago. Chrissy is now talking to a client, a candle in their hand as she tries to make a sale. Robin knows that one, it’s the Lemon Meringue. Robin has three of them. The client should buy it, even if the delicious refreshing citric smell is not what makes them, Chrissy’s smile should do it. It’s what does it for Robin, anyway.

“I’m not gonna let you two idiots meddle. Either this will happen by god’s own will, fate’s written words, me growing metaphoric lesbian female balls, or it won’t happen at all!” she answers without taking her eyes off of the client putting down the Lemon Meringue and picking up the Passionfruit Martini. An excellent choice too. Robin once had six of them from when Chrissy started trying them out. She’s down to just one now, finally.

A loud bleat interrupts her train of thought, and Eddie’s screaming goat scares Hennifer Aniston and she starts cackling loudly as well.

“Jesus Christ, get out of here with your Baphomet,” Robin shoos Eddie and he laughs before pulling the rope around the goat’s neck. Robin picks up the chicken, Hennifer’s a very cuddly one so she calms down once she’s in Robin’s arms.

“This one’s Phillip, babe, you’re mixing them up,” Eddie says.

“They all look the same and you know it!” Robin fights back and he just waves a hand in the air, not caring about Robin’s antics. He knows she’s just mad because he’s a meddler.

“So do your chickens, by the way,” Steve notes as Robin puts Hennifer back in her little playpen.

“They do not! Stop siding with your boyfriend, don’t you have jam or pies or cakes to sell or whatever?” she retorts once again and Steve laughs. “You gay people don’t take care of your own lives and want to meddle in mine! Absurd!”

“We’re bisexual, don’t erase our sexualities! You’re gay people too, Bobbin, and my love life isn’t disastrous as yours is so I could be a good adviser.” He shrugs before leaving a few bills on Robin’s counter and picking up a tray of eggs she had separated for him earlier. “But you’re right, I do have jam and pies and cakes to sell. See you later, Bobs.”

She hums at him as he leaves for his own stall. The peak rush hours are closing in and Robin will get busy soon. She knows the chicken in a playpen gathers attention, and so does the little poster she has containing the chicken’s informations — name, age, personality. Kids love them. And the parents love the eggs, she’s been on the papers once with her high-quality chicken eggs. She’ll start getting her regulars in a few minutes and she’ll have to deal with her stall all alone because Nancy couldn’t help her in today.

Yet, she lets herself lose a few minutes more staring at Chrissy’s stall. The client is leaving with a Tangerine Drizzle — they clearly like the citric ones. Chrissy is counting the money and storing them away in her little detailed wood box, an Argyle Original. She doesn’t notice Robin staring, she never does.

A client approaches, and Robin lets out a sigh. She’s got work do to.

❀❀❀

She’s pressed against a door, and Chrissy’s hands are on both sides of her head. She smells citric, her hair’s up in that cheerleader ponytail with the bow to make it better. Her lips are glossy, and Robin knows they taste of berries, and she confirms it once Chrissy leans in and their lips meet. There are fireworks-

“What are you doing?” Robin wakes up from her daydreaming with Nancy’s voice behind her.

She squeals and turns around too fast, and the cornflakes in her bowl fly out and scatter around on the floor. The chickens are happy with that. Nancy is leaning against the fence, and the knowing smirk on her lips says it all.

“You really have to make a move, this is getting pathetic,” she says as Robin finishes spilling the corn.

Robin leaves the chicken coop and marks the tally on the mental note of tasks to be done.

“What’s with you bisexuals and your inability to stay away from my love life. I don’t wanna hear it from Ms. I Have A Boyfriend-In-Law.” She rolls her eyes as she starts going back to her house and Nancy follows after snorting.

“Jon and Argyle are pansexual, don’t erase their sexualities. And it’s called a polycule, by the way.”

“I’m not erasing-” Robin starts, but stops herself once she sees Nancy’s playful smile. She’s just teasing. “You people will be the death of me.”

Nancy just laughs again and they enter Robin’s house.

Chrissy’s there.

“Robin! Hi!” she greets excitedly when she turns around and sees them entering.

“Chrissy, hello,” Robin’s gotten better at not stuttering when she’s around her crushes. It took her half her life, yes, probably, but at least she’s got it now. She doesn’t ramble and babble awkwardly anymore. “Is there something I can help you with?” She’s also a professional.

“Steve asked me to get some eggs for him? Said he’s got a big order and can’t find the time to stop by himself,” she answers, that beautiful smile of hers still on her lips. Nancy is already heading to the place where the eggs are stored.

Robin narrows her eyes as discreetly as she can while her mind runs. Steve has no big orders this week. Robin knows that, because Steve lets her know every time he does, because she’s gotta separate the eggs for him. He would’ve told her about a big order.

Lying, meddling son of a bitch.

“Here it is, Chris,” Nancy shows up with two dozen eggs and Robin narrows her eyes again.

Chrissy hadn’t said how many eggs Steve asked for.

Lying, meddling sons of bitches.

“Thank you so much!” she says to Nancy before turning to Robin again, who’s just standing there acting weird. “Your birthday’s coming up, right? You’re gonna throw something?”

“Uh, yeah, next week. I don’t know, I’m not much of a partier. Maybe just a nice brunch,” she says, and Chrissy’s still looking at her with expectancy. “If I do, I’ll be sure to let you know, of course! You’re always invited.”

Robin’s answer widens her smile, and Chrissy looks down at her feet with blushed cheeks. Robin feels like screaming. She’s so fucking cute.

“What’s your favorite fragrance again?” she asks and Robin snorts.

Yours, she wants to say. She holds it in.

“Um,” she looks around.

There’s one of the Lemon Meringues on the table by the door. The last Passionfruit Martini is on her bedside table. She knows there’s a Cherry On Top somewhere in her office, and a Blackberry Cobbler in the living or the dining room. She’s been meaning to get a Tangerine Drizzle since she’s seen that client buying one that day, but she’s also been thinking a lot about a Banana Boat to replace the last one she had in the bathroom.

“Ambrosia Salad?” her answer is more of a question, because of course she can’t decide, but it seems to be enough for Chrissy. She tilts her head like a puppy dog — so adorable, really, Robin’s about to implode — and smiles again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says. Robin’s heart is about to flutter out of her chest.

She hands the money to Nancy, who’s the one now just standing there, but she’s not being weird like Robin was, she actually has that annoying know-it-all smirk. Robin wants to strangle her.

But then Chrissy comes closer and leaves a kiss on Robin’s cheek, and maybe Robin is about to defy every single rule of the universe and become a puddle, liquefy instantly to the floor. Her cheeks are burning, and her brain seems to have short-circuited and, seriously, it’s fucked up that a single little blonde girl has so much power over her. That shouldn’t be allowed.

Chrissy leaves and Robin watches through the window as Chrissy crosses her lawn. She throws kisses to the chickens and Robin feels like she has no more place in her heart to fall in love even more, and yet she still does. Robin stares until she hops up on her bike and leaves, and she doesn’t notice Robin staring, she never does.

“Bet you wanted to answer ‘her perfume’ or something sappy,” Nancy says behind her and Robin turns around too fast, head going dizzy.

“Will you shut up!” she yells, and Nancy laughs.

“Robin, seriously. Talk to her! I could cut through the tension between you two five minutes ago.”

Robin doesn’t answer, instead, she comes up with a random topic to talk about. Jonathan’s and Argyle’s woodworking, or whatever. How’s that going? Selling lots of wood… works? Nancy lets her change the subject, because she knows Robin sucks at talking feelings, and honestly, Nancy kinda sucks at it too. With each other, at least.

“I wanted to say her actual skin smell, which is much better than any cheap or expensive perfume on the market, by the way,” she still teases back before Nancy leaves later that day, and Nancy laughs loudly and Robin lets herself giggle too.

When it doesn’t hurt like a bitch, being in love is actually kinda funny.

❀❀❀

They’re lying side by side on the grass, and their fingers are intertwined in between their bodies. Chrissy rolls to her side and so does Robin, and their noses almost touch. She’s got that pretty smile of hers that makes her blue eyes shrink until they almost disappear, her little wrinkles show how much she smiles all the time, and it makes Robin’s heart beat so fast. She leans in to kiss her, and the stars above them twinkle and there are fireworks-

“What doing?” Robin’s startled by a tiny voice beside her.

She’s sitting on the park grass, her back against a tree and she could’ve been more undercover if she had just remembered to put her sunglasses on her eyes instead of resting them on the top of her head.

“Doing nothing, Holly,” she answers, and the smallest of the Wheelers just shrugs and sits beside her on the grass.

“She’s pining. As usual,” Dustin answers, and only then Robin sees that the entire Party is there.

Holly doesn’t mind the answer, probably doesn’t even know what the word means, and just starts ripping grass out of the ground. Will and El sit close to Holly and start playing with her. Mike stands and hovers above the three of them, all knight-in-shining-armor pose.

“Huh, the babysat become the babysitters. Steve handed you the business keys?” she asks as the rest of the teenage menaces approach. “It used to be the other way around, you know? It was one guy with a gaggle of children, and now it’s one child with a gaggle of guys,” she finishes.

“Yeah, world’s funny that way, don’t try and change the subject, your pining is disgusting,” Dustin retorts and Robin rolls her eyes.

“Now the teenagers are meddling too, what have I done to deserve that?”

Robin stops looking at them, puts her sunglasses over her eyes this time, and focuses back on her initial interest. Chrissy and Heather are a few feet ahead having a picnic, far enough not to listen but close enough that Robin has a privileged view. They had picked a few flowers and Heather had weaved a few of them into Chrissy’s braided hair. She looks beautiful, like a fairy or something. Robin wants to be Heather so badly, touching Chrissy’s hair so absently, handing her flowers and basking in the late winter sun with her. If she didn’t know Heather was painfully straight, she would’ve been painfully jealous.

She swears she’s not stalking. They got here after she did. She just lost interest in the book she was reading before they appeared. But Chrissy didn’t notice her staring anyway, she never does.

“You and Chrissy have made it the entire town’s problem with your longing and yearning and lack of action. We’re obligated to see it, so you’re obligated to listen to our complaints until one of you actually goes ahead and asks the other out,” Max is leaning against the tree but Robin doesn’t tear her eye from Chrissy to look at the redhead.

“You’d be such a cute couple,” Lucas says and Robin wonders what kinds of sins she had committed to be karmically pestered by a gaggle of teenagers about her private business.

She’ll talk to the others later, tell them to get a hold of their younger siblings. They are so out of line.

“Look, you children don’t understand, okay? I don’t want to risk our friendship, because I like her very, very much. And this is a small town, and we have to see each other weekly and if things don’t work out it’ll be very awkward. There’s so much at risk, things that you kids have no idea about, and I will not! Risk them!” I won’t risk us, she wants to say.

They all look at her for a while after her heart-gutting speech. She looks back, defying them to say anything, and she’s almost sure she’s won her made-up staring challenge when they look at her with sympathy. But Erica ruins it.

“This is not about the gay thing, is it? Because, like, half of our group is part of the rainbow community, birds of a feather or whatever. Girl, we’ve been knowing.” Lucas hisses at his sister for her lack of touch, and she shrugs. “Just the facts.”

Robin takes a deep breath and starts thinking how she’ll answer that without cursing or being very rude and possibly scaring the Little Wheeler forever. Holly doesn’t deserve her rage, she’s clearly the best sibling in that family.

“She doesn’t even like me back, okay? Just the facts,” she mocks through gritted teeth. “Let’s just drop this,” is the best she can manage in a really dry tone, and she thinks it’s enough when they all go quiet again. Until Will speaks.

How did Steve manage, honestly? The man’s a saint, he’s gotta be. Kids are infuriating.

“Robin, I promise we’ll stop talking to you about this, and you don’t have to do as we say,” he says. “But, really. Just consider the possibility of talking to her. If it goes well, and I think it will, it really pays off,” he finishes and Mike, who’s still hovering and looking around as if a monster is about to appear out of nowhere, actually blushes. It’s almost cute.

Robin gives Will the smallest of smiles, that woman-love-woman to man-love-man solidarity smile, but doesn’t answer him. Doesn’t let them know that she’s considering following the advice coming from fucking teenagers (who all seem to have better love lives than she does, but that’s not the point).

Damn you, Will The Wise.

❀❀❀

She’s coming in Robin’s direction, the sun making her blonde hair shine bright and her skin glow, but her smile’s the most blinding of it all. She smiles at Robin in a way no one ever had, and it makes her warm inside. Chrissy’s finally close enough to touch, and Robin doesn’t hold herself and takes her face in between her hands. She smells of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, of laundry softener, of a flowery garden, she smells of home. Robin’s eyes almost tear up simply at the thought of her, and she can’t keep it in, she say’s ‘I love you’, and Chrissy answers, ‘I love you too’ before leaning in to kiss her, and Robin knows there are fireworks-

“Robin?” Chrissy’s voice sounds uncertain and it snaps Robin out of it.

Okay, she really is pathetic. Daydreaming about the girl while she’s talking to her, wow, this has reached a new level of absurdity.

“I’m sorry, so sorry!” she sputters, cheeks burning, hands sweating. “You were saying?”

“Just… happy birthday,” Chrissy smiles, hands Robin a gift box, but it’s such a small smile. A shy one, not good-shy, but fearful-shy. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Robin can only nod, and she hands the gift box to Steve so he can keep it safe for her. No one around her is making any noise, and she knows they’re being watched by all these meddlers, so she glances at Joyce before turning to Chrissy again.

“Inside,” she almost whispers, before turning around and heading for the Byers’ house.

They’re having her birthday brunch there because Joyce’s porch is the best and her backyard is one of the only ones without animals or trees or woodworking stations. She also loves hosting, so it’s a win-win situation. Argyle cooked, Steve baked, Hop’s working on the barbecue and everyone’s having a great time.

Or, was. Until Chrissy appeared, made Robin’s brain stop working and now there’s that weird tension in the air. Robin knows she fucked up, she fucked up big time, but oh god, Chrissy looked so beautiful. She looked so beautiful every day, but she had such a pretty dress on today, and her hair was up in that cheerleader ponytail with a bow to make it better, and she has a shiny lip gloss that makes her lips look so kissable, and she smells of honey and coconut, and Robin wants her.

Robin wants her so badly, and Robin dreams of her when she’s asleep and when she’s awake too, and she has never wanted someone this much. And she has never known so deep inside her soul, how she can’t have someone as much as she knows she can’t have Chrissy. Robin’s not a particularly insecure woman, but she knows Chrissy would never pay her any mind.

“Why do you hate me?” Chrissy asks once they’re inside, and when she turns around to face Robin her eyes are wet.

“WHAT?” Robin yells, then cups her mouth for a second. “I’m sorry, shouldn’t have yelled, but. What?”

“I don’t understand. I keep catching you looking at me sometimes, but then you look away immediately and sometimes you look almost angry. You don’t hold big conversations with me, you seemed pissed at me that day with the eggs, and just now you weren’t even listening as I was talking.” Robin is in total shock as Chrissy starts listing things on her fingers. “It wasn’t like this! We were friends, Rob, and suddenly you started being so weird. Why invite me to your birthday if you don’t want me here?”

Yeah, they were friends and then Robin caught feelings. And apparently made it weird. Maybe she wasn’t as good with the girls she liked as she thought she was. She stopped rambling and babbling awkwardly, sure, but now she apparently shuts them out. Definitely not great either.

“Chrissy, I want you here, I do!” she says, and her voice falters because Chrissy has no idea how much Robin wants her. “I’m so sorry I made it weird, I just…” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and remembers Will’s words. Oh wow, that’s pathetic for sure. “I don’t wanna be just your friend, Chris. I want more.”

She opens her eyes to face her demise because if she’s gonna be turned down she’s gonna take it proudly.

“You want… more?” Chrissy asks, and she takes a step further into Robin’s space.

“Yes. I like you. So much. So much, it’s pathetic.”

“You… like me?” she asks again, eyes wide open, and Robin gulps before nodding. Oh, god, here comes the blow. “Oh, Robin.”

Robin has no time to ask ‘what?’ because Chrissy throws her arms around Robin’s neck and their lips touch.

For real.

There are no fireworks, actually.

Fireworks are deafening loud, they’re bright and blinding. They jet, they spiral, they splatter. They can be scary, they’re everywhere and they’re overwhelming, and they’re too much sometimes. Just like Robin is most times. Loud, spiraling, everywhere, and overwhelming. Too much.

Chrissy’s kiss is not too much. It’s just enough.

It’s calm, and it’s relaxing, and it’s giving and giving and giving, but it’s receiving just as much. It’s stillness in a once stormy ocean, it’s silencing of all the high-pitched sounds that can be deafening, it’s thrilling in a way that makes Robin’s heart stump loud but rhythmically. Robin’s body loosens up, tension and anxiety leaving her, brain going quiet in, for once, a good way. She’s not overwhelmed, her senses aren’t screaming at her, she’s focused on the present moment. Chrissy tastes of fruit, of course she does, and she smells of home because it’s what she is. Her skin is warm as Robin holds her with no intention of letting her go, but it’s nothing like her dreams.

Because it’s real. And it’s so much better.

They separate their lips but their foreheads are still touching.

“You have no idea how much Eddie and Heather have been pestering me to talk to you,” Chrissy whispers almost against Robin’s lips, and she snorts.

“Oh, I sure do.” She wants to hate her friends for being right all along, but she can’t find it in herself to be anything but insanely happy.

“We’ve been two blind idiots, haven’t we?” Chrissy giggles, and it’s angelic as a sound can be, and Robin wants to crack Chrissy’s ribs open and live inside her chest. She nods at Chrissy’s question.

“I was so sure you didn’t like me,” she admits. “I looked at you all the time, daydreaming of this all the time. Reality’s so much better.” She tightens her grip around Chrissy’s waist to prove her point, to prove to herself it’s real.

“You didn’t see me staring right back.” It’s not a question, because the answer is obvious.

“I was too much of a blind idiot to see it, apparently.” She smiles and she leans in and she kisses Chrissy again. Because, oh god, she can do that now.

“But you see it now?” Chrissy asks.

“My eyes are wide open, Chris. And I see you now.”

#buckingham #buckingham fic #buckingham fanfic #buckingham oneshot #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x robin buckley #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #lui writes

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leebrontide · 1 year

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Behold, my gardening white whale- one of the rarest berries on earth, the cloudberry. This subarctic dwarf raspberry will happily tolerate not only the frigid winters of Minnesota (it's actually native to the northernmost bits of my state) AND the highly acidic soil we've inherited.

It's said to have a flavor like a cross between a raspberry, a mango, apricot and passionfruit, but a bit sour eaten fresh. The fruit is so soft and delicate that they're nearly impossible to ship or sell as fresh fruit. This means they are ideal for, and highly sought after for, jams and jellies.

If you've never heard of them before it's likely because they do NOT lend themselves to farming. For one thing, you have to have both male and female plants, nearby one another. AND it takes years for the plant to reach fruiting maturity- which means you don't know whether any given plant is male or female for years after planting it. To top it off, these little plants aren't heavy producers- growing between 1 and 20 berries per year. Compare that to my raspberries which we were practically drowning in by year 3.

But just look at them.

Just little bitty 8-12" video-game-looking fruit.

And I mean they're called CLOUD berries. I live in Stormbrew House. My name is Brontide. Come on. I need them!

The barriers are these:

Water. These little guys love peat bogs. I don't have any peat. And thanks to Climate change our summers keep getting dryer and dryer. The one thing I can think is if I dig a trench near one of the roof gutter spouts- I've seen people do that to have a bit of wetlands in their yard, so maybe?

They are incredibly difficult to get ahold of! They're a threatened species in MN, and they aren't farmed. Supposedly, even in Scandinavia where they're the most plentiful the location of well-developed cloudberry communities is a family secret passed down through generations. You CAN buy seeds online, but this is a rhizome plant. It's gonna grow way better via rhizome than seed. They're notoriously finicky seeds, and tbh I'm not great at seeds at the best of times. And I can't find rhizomes or cuttings for sale. Even if I did, would they be illegally harvested? It's a conundrum.

So, my dream may or may not ever come to pass. But I live in hope.

I am very open to suggestions.

#cloudberries #cloudberry #gardenblr #Stormbrew house #Stormbrew garden #Minnesota #Native planting #rhombus house garden

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crayonurchin · 7 months

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I popped into the bakery I used to work at because they were advertising new passionfruit curd on their insta so I had to go buy some, and while I was there I saw there was only one jam donut left, so I thought 'oho treats for me' and got that too

Then a builder walked in and asked for a jam donut, and was informed they were all out. I sheepishly admitted I had bought the last one, which he congratulated me on, and turned to leave.

But I saw that the bakery still stocked butterscotch tarts. I used to make the butterscotch for those tarts. Those butterscotch tarts are the closest thing to cocaine without actually being cocaine they are so good. So I told him as much.

He paused. And then bought three, then left.

I got my stuff and went to my car, passing the construction site on the way.

I saw him sharing the tarts with his other builder mates, and they were all clearly loving it. He saw me, smiled, and waved. I waved back.

It was a very nice moment.

#seriously those butterscotch tarts are so good you could propose with one

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thewild--flower · 2 years

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[Translation] Olympia Soiree - Himuka After Story

Source: Olympia Soiree Official Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche

Author: Yuma Katagiri

'Here, Himuka. These are some snacks from me. Some slightly hard biscuits that should keep well, some with dried fruit and some with jam, and some salted fish.'

As Byakuya entered the cabin, she smiled and held out a basket.

'Thank you! I've baked lots of bread, some with peanuts, some with dried apple, and some with sausages. I picked you some passionfruit as well.'

'I'm so happy, I just love the bread you make, Himuka. I'll do my best not to eat them all in one day.'

Tonight, she would set off for Tennyo Island. In order to purify herself before our wedding ceremony. That was why, instead of farewell gifts, we had decided to exchange food instead.

'If that's the case, in a week's time, I'll bake another basketful and bring it to you.'

'When you come as my bridegroom?'

As I watched her laugh as if enjoying herself, I also felt happy myself. Ah, I really did like it when she laughed.

'Do you think they'll let me do that at least? I'd feel bad crossing over to the island without bringing anything.'

'It'll be just for ceremonial purposes, so I don't think we need to worry too much about it…… But, I think it would be nice to stuff our cheeks with bread for our wedding. So, if you would?'

'Of course. Please look forward to it.'

In a week's time, Byakuya and I would formally become husband and wife. Exactly how this would happen had been a complicated process - Douma and the others had had to think hard to find the right solution. His daughter, who was of the White, had chosen the Undertaker as her husband—the news had quickly spread across the island, and I had become the object of envy of many. Among them, some came to harrass or badmouth me.

However, compared to my happiness at being with her, it was but a trivial matter. The real problem was 'Hiruko.' I knew that there were rumours about whether I was really there or not, even my existence itself was doubted by some. Though the truth was I had indeed snuck out and was now living on Corpse Beach, I did feel rather apologetic about that fact. There had also been a proposal—that I should use the formal occasion of our wedding as an opportunity to reveal my identity at last. After much worrying and thinking, I decided to have Tsukuyomi make me a beautiful ceremonial mask. First I would put the mask on, and appear in front of everyone as 'Hiruko' to pronounce my blessings on the marriage of the daughter of the White. After that, I would quickly change clothes and stand at Byakuya's side as 'Himuka' — that was our plan. I did not want to cause chaos among the people of the island, but more than anything I wanted to protect our peaceful days together. Even now, no one but Byakuya came to the northern beach. It was the reason we were able to leisurely search for treasures, and throw ourselves onto the sand for an afternoon nap whenever we wanted, so it would be a problem if thoughtless people started coming out there in droves.

'Himuka, you haven't been back to the island since then. You'll be surprised to see how habitable it's become.'

'Ahaha, even if there was nothing but grass there I would be fine. But it's nice that it's being taken care of, I'm sure Amaterasu is happy about it too.'

'You think so? It would be great if she was.'

She shifted her gaze so that she could look up at the sky through the window.

‘Back then, I was not able to talk to Amaterasu for long, but she seemed satisfied. We did not know much about what it meant to live as a human, so I think your words really resonated with her.’

It was strange, if I thought about it. For beings such as us to not understand the human heart, though we watched over humanity.

‘I would like to speak to Lady Amaterasu once more. I wonder if that would be difficult though.’

‘Is there something you’d like to tell her?’

As I asked the question, Byakuya gently caressed my hair as she spoke.

‘That time when I went to get you, Himuka……I never thought you would return to me like you did, and I was in shock. And then Lady Amaterasu disappeared straight after…..I wasn’t able to thank her properly.'

‘But I think your feelings got through to her. It’s not as if I can hear Amaterasu’s voice either, you know. But I can tell that she’s in a very good mood right now.’

‘......Really?’

‘Yeah. As far as I can tell, she’s enjoying herself the most she ever has.’

My words were neither an exaggeration nor just a way to make her feel better. I was no longer a god, but I could feel her presence. There was no doubt that this world was blessed, and overflowing with dazzling light. The reason why was that she had seen the future in her own descendant, the daughter of the White. That was how much she had entrusted her hopes to the children of humanity.

‘I’ll believe it if you say so, Himuka. After all, I am but a human.’

But she did not know. That miracles weren’t something caused by the gods. Miracles were brought about by the strong feelings of humanity. And she— was a girl who could move the hearts of the gods.

‘I’ll keep trying my best at your side, as well.’

‘......Himuka?’

‘I’ve been thinking of what I ought to be doing from now on, in my own way. And then, I thought I should try to become like Jigen. He brought the wisdom of ‘Japan’ to this island. In the long time I spent wandering, I heard and saw many things. Until now, I never imagined myself getting involved with others, but I think it might be…… fun to convey those kinds of formless things to everyone, little by little.’

‘I think that will be great! I fully support you, and I’m looking forward to it!’

‘Really? I’m glad! I was a bit afraid to talk about things like this……that maybe the words of someone like me are unnecessary. Ah! I’m sorry, I promised you I wouldn’t say things like this anymore, that is……’

‘I’m happy.’

‘Uwah?!’

Upon her sudden kiss to my cheek, I jumped a little.

‘“The waves bring what one seeks” ……I’m sure, no, I’m certain, the knowledge you’ll bring, Himuka, will make this island even more wonderful.’

‘Y-you think so……’

‘Of course I do.’

I felt reassured. Searching for something that I could do to contribute was fun yet scary. Because until now, no one had needed me. But now that I had become human, I wanted to try my best, even if I failed. Because she was there, and would surely cheerfully encourage me without mocking me for being like this.

‘By the way, I met Kuroba yesterday……’

‘Did he say something to you?’

‘He said to, "Hurry up and make some children."’

Her face reddened, and then she gave a wry laugh.

‘Normally I would go give him a scolding and tell him not to tease you but…..In reality, it might be better earlier rather than later.’

‘There are only two Whites left after all. I think you will live for a long time, but even if it’s just one person, I’m sure you’d like to have many more compatriots, right?’

‘From the beginning I was looking for a husband in order to preserve the White bloodline, so I was prepared for it. But now…… I think it would be fun to have a child.’

‘......A child.’

‘How hideous. Let us set such a child adrift on the sea.’

My chest tightened. Remembering those days when I endlessly wandered alone, completely alone, on the dark seas.

‘I wonder if……I can love our child properly.’

As I said those words, Byakuya hugged me tight and spoke.

‘You don’t need to think so hard about it. Just like you treasure me, treasure our child that will be born. It’s alright, Himuka. You’re someone that’s more than capable of showing kindness to others.’

‘......Treasure.’

I said the word aloud, then pondered it over in my mind. I wanted to treasure them. I wanted to protect them to the best of my ability. Byakuya, the children we would have, and this world.

‘Yes, I understand. I’m nervous about it now…..but I’ll do my best to become a good father. No, I vow that I will definitely become a good father.’

I had not known how to love. But through meeting her, loving her and being loved by her, I had learnt what it meant to care and be cared for by another. So that was why I would surely be able to learn yet another new kind of love.

'I’ll also work hard to become a good mother. We might fail at times, but I think as long as we’re together we’ll be alright.’

‘......Yeah, you’re right.’

To think that I who had once been formless, could now love another, and even have a child. I was scared, but I was also looking forward to it, without a doubt.

‘Well then, I’ll be returning to the mansion now. See you in another week-……’

‘Wait.’

I had immediately grabbed her arms as she had gone to stand up. Although we had already exchanged parting gifts, it was still awfully difficult to part from her.

‘Himuka?’

‘Just a little longer……please stay here, just a little longer.’

I gently pressed my lips to hers, running my hands through her pearl-coloured hair. Though truthfully I had meant to stop at just a kiss, once I started touching her it was hard to let her go after all.

‘It’ll be lonely not being able to hear your voice for seven days and nights. So, at the very least….just a little longer.’

‘......Aah.’

I slowly laid her down on the fur rugs and pulled up her skirt. Wanting to hear her sweet voice, wanting to trace her trembling skin, I covered her lithe body with my own.

When I had become human, I had learnt what it meant to desire someone. It was something that was indecent, fun, maddening, affectionate ——and without end.

#olympia soiree #olympia soiree spoilers #himuka #himuka olympia soiree #olympia soiree translation #olympia soiree nuit blanche

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chaletnz · 5 months

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Amazon: Palo Alto Trek

The morning after my trip, I woke up early enough to make it to the dining room for breakfast, after extraditing a huge cockroach from my room. I ate some tiny slices of bread with butter and jam, with fried plantain and orange slices on the side. I also managed to take down half a cup of coffee splashed with some mystery milk from a tin can with a hole pierced in the top – probably condensed milk. I farewelled the Puerto Rican family who were leaving the jungle today, and then went back to my room to rest again for a few more hours until it was lunchtime. When I woke again and showered, I was shocked at how manageable the temperature was after the rain. It had removed so much humidity from the air and was no longer sweltering hot. Lunch was little medallions of beef (they told us it was snake at first), with rice, yuka potato, and watermelon. After lunch Rodrigo and I headed out to Palo Alto for the day. This was meant as an overnight trip but I didn’t want to go camping feeling so weak so I asked if we could do it as a day trip. Old reliable had been fitted with an engine and had life vests strapped to the seats to make it a little more comfortable for the journey over the river. Our first stop was Santa Maria de Fatima, a more developed town in the rainforest with nicer buildings and even satellite dishes on the houses. Rodrigo took me on a walking tour and showed me plantains, papaya, huge limes, and tumbo the Peruvian giant passionfruit growing on the trees. We then walked about 40 minutes through the jungle to the campsite where I was glad to not be staying. We saw some monkeys on the way, a lot of fire ants, and a couple butterflies. At the campsite there was a boat full of rainwater that Rodrigo scooped out so that we could continue our journey. He paddled us slowly down a little lagoon with seemingly black water. It was beautiful and quiet, with just the sounds of birds chirping as we floated down. We went as far as possible in the boat before the water was too shallow and we then had to get out and squelch our way through the shallows to reach the bank. About 10 minutes later we arrived at the viewpoint tower which overlooks the lowlands and swamp area with a wide view, Rodrigo said there are giant caimans and a lot of other predtors in that area and he wouldn’t want to venture out there too far for his own safety. Thew view was impressive but the black lagoon canoe ride was truly the highlight. We paddled backwards to get back to the campsite and I had a great view, I was lucky to see a tiny monkey run on a branch all the way out to the water until it saw us, got a fright, and ran away. We then trekked the 40 minutes back to old reliable for a nice sunset ride back to Maniti Camp and dinner of the pineapple chicken, rice, fried plantains, and orange halves. I packed up most of my bag ready for departure tomorrow while the lights were on and then went to leave a tip in the tip box for the kitchen staff. The tip box was covered in ants and I wondered if they would eat it before they unlocked it and took the tips. I laid down for another early night and dreamed about my next few nights in Iquitos with air conditioning, and a much more comfortable mattress and pillow that would help the intense pain I was getting in my legs and back every time I slept here.

#Peru #Amazon

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thy-fucks-runneth-dry · 2 years

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COMMISSIONS OPEN

Dm me for prices and info

Askable OC's Master post/notice

I have a stray oc askblog now

Main cast is bunky and co. But they interact with og game characters

I do have a tiktok and Instagram btw

@pheni__bobeni on tiktok and pheni_does_things on insta

(Please specify who youre asking too btw )

Kitta- founder of the Sanctuary, demon/shapeshifter/human hybrid serious mommy/daddy issues, lesbian, she/her

Mikah/Mikey- Kitta's childhood friend, descendant of Mothman they/them pansexual

Poppet- bi witch, very thicc queen she/her

Weeble Beeble- she/her cute little welcome home oc, is an Atlas Beetle and falconer, she doesn't have a good relationship with her father for some reason tho...

Sha- mute mountain spirit, dreameater, follows Kitta around for unspecified reasons he/they

Requiem- result of a wild spell cast on Sha, opposite clone type deal, he/him doesn't give a shit

Avery- just a regular he/him human who ran away from his moms

Riley- Avery's bf also he/him LOVES axolotls

Kingsley- suit of armor possessed by a medieval ghost, he/they very polite himbo time

Twig- c r i m e g o b l i n (child) follows Kingsley around

Bucket- BESTEST BOY WIZARD CAT with an i n t e r e s t i n g past

Omen- just some dude who was infected by a cryptid, he/him sassy boy who can and will fuck everyone smh

Hecate- necromancer/homicide detective (for like a month)

Rhea- serial killer, killed Henny, is out to kill all necromancers except for Hecate

Henny- some 10 year old kid born into a long line of prestigious necromancers (immediate family didn't know) risen from the dead into a cat plush by Hecate, he him dumbass

Jams- loves toast and music, specifically accordion :)

Lemonade/ Lemon - big bro shark of Meringue and Jams loves passionfruits and sweet potatoes

Meringue- youngest by 12 seconds. Dislikes cilantro loves cantaloupe and puzzles

#I love these dumbasses #Will post drawings of them

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speeviswenis · 9 months

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Wish food products were forced to mark their products for bad textures the same way they have to with allergens. I want to know if the yoghurt has chunks before I buy it. Me like fruit flavour, but not big ass chunk of actual fruit. Oh yeah that ice cream is passionfruit flavoured, DOES IT HAVE SEEDS? WHY EVEN DO THAT? Nurnurnur it's real passionfruit FUCK OFF WITH YOUR UNNECESSARY SEEDS. Oh this product looks interesting NO WAIT WE ADDED FUCKING CHIA SEEDS FOR NO REASON BECAUSE FUCK YOU. Strawberry Jam? We used real strawberries :) okay did you get rid of the seeds first? Bro? Why is there crunchy in my jam.

I will die mad about this.

#shitpost #autism #autistic as fuck #bad texture #fuck seeds #actually autistic

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hockeylvr59 · 1 year

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Here With Me, Part 2 || Taylor Makar

Author's Note: Kelsey and Taylor meet again after the Union series and decide to have a little bit of fun. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: Smut // Word Count: 3,590

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Laidback chaos. It might seem like an oxymoron but it was Kelsey’s favorite thing about house parties. She loved the way that the pounding of the music made it hard to think. How even before having any alcohol it was just easier to let down your walls and exist in the moment knowing that everyone was here for the same reasons.

It was a Saturday night and after spending all day doing homework, Kelsey had finally let her roommates pull her out to go have some fun. Dressed in black jeans, a shimmery silver bodysuit, and her favorite leather jacket, Kelsey felt sexy and ready to take on the world….or at the very least an Amherst basement.

Pulled through to the kitchen where drinks were, Kelsey grabbed a passionfruit truly and then started to mingle even if it was hard to hear anyone over the bass. It wasn’t long before she walked past a group talking about the UMass hockey team and how they had dominated their weekend series.

After dancing for a bit, she moved to get another drink, overhearing that Taylor Makar had scored “a sexy breakaway goal” on top of one he had “jammed in” last night. FIling it away in her mind under a ‘good for him,’ Kelsey grabbed two more drinks from the coolers and stepped outside for a few minutes of fresh air. From the corner of her eye she noticed a group of boisterous guys making their way from the side street to the front door. Finishing off one of the drinks and feeling a buzz slowly starting to take over her body, she slipped back inside, her body responding quickly to the difference in temperature.

It didn’t take long for one of her roommates to drag her back to the makeshift dance floor and Kelsey just gave into the rhythm of the music. With her roommate being pulled away shortly after by a guy Kelsey knew had been a previous hookup, she slipped back down to the basement knowing that it was slightly quieter down there.

She had just brushed off a guy who was too forward in all the wrong ways when a laugh she thought she recognized filled her ears. With her body immediately reacting to the sound, she turned her head to look for it and her eyes first landed on a semi-familiar face. She couldn’t tell you what his name was exactly but she knew that he played on her uncle’s team. And if one was here, then that meant the odds were good that that laugh did belong to who she thought it did.

Looking in that direction for another moment but not spotting Taylor, Kelsey turned around to find a waste bin for her empty can because she wasn’t one of those people who would just leave things lying around for someone else to clean up.

Checking her phone when it buzzed and laughing to herself as her roommate confirmed that she had left with the guy from earlier, Kelsey weaved her way through the crowds of people in search of a bathroom. As much as she loved bodysuits, they made going to the bathroom a pain and so by the time she finished, there was a line waiting for her.

With a clearly overly drunk dude calling her out as she walked away, she flipped him off and called out for him to fuck off and take a piss instead of wasting his time complaining.

Spotting someone from one of her classes last spring, Kelsey fell into conversation until a soft touch settled on her lower back a few minutes later and a hand reached in to hand her a sealed can of a half and half truly.

Looking up, Kelsey spotted Taylor and immediately a warmth filled her body.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” He whispered after bending to be close to her ear. She appreciated the gesture but at the same time it was hard to focus on the conversation with the heat flowing from his hand as he stood beside her.

With her conversational partner reading the shift in Kelsey’s attention and declaring that they would catch up another time, Kelsey turned her full attention to Taylor.

“Thanks for this.” She declared, popping the can open to take a sip.

“No worries. Your hand looked a little empty with your claws in tonight and all.” He smirked and shrugged.

“I can pull them out if need be.” Kelsey shot back, her tone teasing. “And I see you wore your good pants again today. Little short though.” She wasn’t ashamed to let him see her take him in, looking him up and down.

The pants were a little short but given that Taylor appeared to be mostly leg, that wasn’t all that surprising. He was very obviously in good physical shape and the peek of chain around his neck admittedly intrigued her. And then there was the long hair tucked under a backwards baseball cap that caused a stray desire to run her fingers through it to wash over her.

When her eyes met his grayish blue ones, Kelsey smiled and licked her lips slightly. Taylor was forced closer to her as someone pushed past him and he took the opportunity to lean in to whisper in her ear again.

“Has anyone told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

“Not without being obscene about it. So thank you.” Kelsey admitted honestly. She could tell by the way he was looking at her that he felt the same chemistry that she did and so she took the chance to make her move.

“Are you in the mood for some fun tonight?” She asked him, fingers drifting to brush against his torso.

“Yeah.” Taylor agreed, his voice cracking slightly.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

Lacing her fingers through his, Kelsey guided Taylor through the crowded basement and upstairs, tossing her half finished drink before stepping out through the front door onto the Amherst street.

“So my place is a little too far. Is yours good?” Stopping along the sidewalk to wait for some guidance, Kelsey had to giggle at the glazed over look on Taylor’s face. “Taylor…you with me bud?”

With a gentle tug on her hand, Taylor pulled her to him before his hands dropped to her hips. There was no hesitation as he dipped into her personal space and murmured that he was going to kiss her before his lips made contact with her own.

Kelsey couldn’t help but moan as she kissed him back because yeah this was what she wanted. Mindful of the fact that they were very much in public, Kelsey pulled away after a moment asking again if his place was good. This time Taylor nodded and after she motioned for him to lead the way he did just that.

They’d barely made it a block before Taylor was pulling her back into a kiss. Another couple blocks later he pulled her into a full body hug while waiting for a pedestrian light to change and she could feel him already starting to get hard against her abdomen. When he stopped her again for another kiss, Kelsey couldn’t help but shake her head at him.

“You know we’ll get there faster if you don’t keep stopping to kiss me…” The little bit of a pout he gave her said it all and Kelsey kissed him this time. “Physical touch is kind of your thing isn’t it?” The question was rhetorical but the slight tinge of pink that she noticed being so close to him answered it anyway.

Resuming their walk, Kelsey let him stop her now and then for kisses or hugs. When she shivered slightly as a breeze hit them, Taylor’s arm draped around her shoulders and he pulled her close to his side while picking up the pace a little.

It wasn’t long after that before they reached the dorms at Northeast and Kelsey followed Taylor inside and up into his dorm. As he let her into the suite she immediately was reminded that yeah this was a college boys dorm and yeah they were athletes which was even worse. Once they were in his room though, she relaxed a little because arguably it was much cleaner than the main living space.

There were a few items of clothing on the floor in the corner but nothing too crazy and a package on the bed that was clearly recently opened. Inside was a 100 pack of condoms and Kelsey raised an eyebrow before looking at him over her shoulder.

When Taylor realized what she was looking at after closing and locking his door he groaned.

“It’s a gag gift from my brother I swear.” He stated, cheeks even more pink. Reaching in, Kelsey tore the outer plastic off the box before opening it and retrieving three condoms and then tossing the rest of the box off onto Taylor’s desk. Seeing his eyes go wide as he counted the condoms, Kelsey bit her lip before patting the bed.

“One is to serve as a dental dam if you want to go down on me, the second is for fellatio, and the third is for sex. It eliminates any risk of cross contamination. You might think it’s silly but I take protection seriously.”

“As long as I can be inside you, it’s cool with me.” It was a little bit cute how excited he was and Kelsey tossed the condoms onto his bedside table before shifting to straddle his lap.

“Now you can kiss me all you want.” She breathed, smiling as his hands moved to hold onto her hips, one sliding down onto her ass. Kissing him deeply, she ground against him, moaning softly at the feeling of his rapidly hardening length through his pants. Kelsey liked knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Throwing her hands around his neck she knocked the cap off of his head and started to play with the curls like she’d been wanting to all night long.

They continued to kiss until Taylor slid his hands to try to take her jacket off. Helping him slide her arms out of the sleeves, she tossed the jacket toward his chair before pushing on his chest to force him back prone onto the bed. With him reclined back on his elbows, Kelsey undid his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. Shifting backward she worked to gently tug them off his body and smirked to herself at the way he was straining against his black boxer briefs.

“Someone is excited.” She teased, pressing up onto her knees to close the gap and kiss him. The way Taylor kissed her made her head swim and she knew that those kisses could get her into big trouble.

Palming over his length, Kelsey worked to pull his shirt off of him, biting her lip as she admired the smooth planes of his chest and divots of his abs. Unable to wait any longer to get her mouth on him, Kelsey grabbed a condom from the nightstand and murmured for Taylor to lift his hips as her fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxer briefs. Tugging them down she groaned as his length popped free.

Condom in place, Kelsey settled alongside Taylor’s hips and kissed over his tip before hollowing her cheeks and slowly sinking down on his length. The little grunts and groans that left him only pushed her forward and she felt herself getting even wetter and needier to feel him inside of her properly.

The blowjob didn’t last long before Taylor’s mutter of “Kels. Stop” reached her ears. Pulling off of his length with a pop, she kissed his tip one more time before looking up to find him gripping the comforter tightly in the fingers of one hand while the other was thrown over his face while his chest heaved.

Giving him a moment to recover, Kelsey got up to kick her shoes off, noting that Taylor had done that presumably as soon as they’d entered the room. Once his breathing had steadied a bit, she gently pulled the used condom off and tossed it into the wastebasket before kneeling back onto the bed to make sure that he was actually good.

With her hovering next to him, Taylor took the opportunity to flip them, maneuvering her gently until her head was resting on his pillow. Squealing softly, Kelsey giggled as he whispered in her ear that she’s too damn good with her mouth. Tangling her fingers back in his hair she kissed him again, kicking things up a notch with an open mouth and tongue.

Taylor’s low “fuck” as he pulled away went straight to Kelsey’s core and the way his eyes were cloudy with lust made her shiver.

“You’re wearing too much.” He mumbled as his fingers dipped down to the button on her jeans, hesitating as if seeking her permission.

“Yeah Tay. Go ahead.” She whispered, arching her hips to help him remove the restricting piece of clothing. His fingers were nimble as he pulled at the jeans and she watched as a slightly confused expression settled over his face. Lips pursed, he looked at her until she giggled, guiding his hands to the straps on her shoulders to tug the whole thing down and off of her body.

“Why are women’s clothes so confusing?” He grumbled softly before his jaw went a little slack seeing the black lace bra and panty set that she had on underneath her clothes.

“Because it makes the reveal so much better.” Kelsey teased, enjoying the expression on his face as he took in her body.

“So gorgeous.” He breathed, his voice cracking with desire and excitement. Though she appreciated his stare, Kelsey also needed him to do something.

“Are you going to touch me or just stare?” She chirped softly.

“Needy much?” He chirped back. Gently nudging his hand down between her thighs, Kelsey sighed happily.

“You tell me.”

She was lucky that the panties didn’t tear with the way Taylor yanked them off her body. Undoing her own bra, she slipped it off and let it go to the floor leaving both of them finally bare.

Reaching for a condom and then settling at her hips, Taylor tore the package open before looking at her a bit blankly.

“Stupid question but uh…how does this work?”

Murmuring for him to grab her bag from his desk, Kelsey dug out the small pair of manicure scissors she kept for just this purpose. Passing them off to him she explained how to unroll it, cut off the tip and the base and then slide down along one side until it was a flat sheet. Once complete, she tossed the scissors back into the bag and then tossed it aside giving him a little shrug.

Taylor settled the latex sheet over her core as directed and then made himself comfortable between her thighs, kissing along them softly. Kelsey was a little surprised at how slow and gentle he was being but it wasn’t unwelcome. When he finally got to work on her core it took a few minutes for him to settle into a rhythm and feel her body out but when he did, Kelsey couldn’t help but moan. The suction of his lips against her clit felt amazing and sent sparks through her body and the flat press of his tongue stimulating all her nerves made her toes curl.

“Taylor…fuck..please.” Kelsey pleaded after a moment trying to draw him away from her core because she was more than ready for him now. Not getting a response, she tried to be clearer. “Tay…need you inside me.” Taylor still didn’t let up despite her tugs to his hair and after another minute or two she felt her muscles start to clench as an orgasm rolled over her. Only when he had worked her through it did Taylor finally pull away and slide up to kiss her temple after disposing of the latex barrier.

Noting her look of mild exasperation, Taylor chuckled.

“Excuse me for wanting to make sure you came.” He murmured, his lips brushing against her nose before dipping down to her lips. “Not sure how long I’ll last once inside you and I didn’t want to leave you high and dry.” As much as it was frustrating, it was thoughtful and more considerate than probably half of the guys she’d slept with before.

Rolling her eyes a little, Kelsey just kissed him while reaching to retrieve the third condom. Opening it, she reached between them to slide it over his length before shifting her hips to permit him to settle more easily between them. As much as she loved the feeling of him rock hard against her stomach, she needed to feel him buried inside of her.

Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, Taylor paused for a moment to check that this was indeed what she wanted and when she nodded she felt the head of his dick nudge against her opening before slowly and gradually pressing inside. He was slightly larger than average so there was a bit of a stretch but it was the best kind of stretch that only brought pleasure.

The sound of his groan as he sunk deeper only sparked more desire and she gently scraped her nails over his shoulders until his pelvis bumped hers. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Taylor’s short hot breaths as he gave her body time to adjust.

“Fuck Tay…you can move. Please move.” Kelsey murmured breathily, needing that friction.

For being so big, Kelsey was a little surprised at just how gentle Taylor was as their bodies worked to bring each other pleasure. It was good but she knew that it could be so much better.

“Harder Taylor. I’m not going to break.” Like that was the reassurance he’d been waiting for, Taylor tugged her leg around his waist and upped the speed and force of his thrusts. “Oh….” Kelsey couldn’t help but squeak as the sound rapidly morphed into a moan.

With sweat developing on his brow and his hips stuttering more and more frequently, Kelsey knew that Taylor wasn’t going to last much longer. And really she couldn’t blame him knowing that he had played two hockey games in the past two days. So tossing her head back, she slipped her hand between them and rubbed at her clit as he continued to press her deep into the mattress.

As his hips stuttered again and his head dropped to press against her shoulder, Kelsey felt him nudge against that spot that brought the most pleasure and she had to pull her hand from his hair to cover the scream threatening to spill from her lips as with three more shaky thrusts she clamped down around him as her orgasm hit hard.

With the pleasure beginning to dissipate, Kelsey could feel Taylor twitch inside of her as he grunted into her shoulder and released into the condom. Rubbing a hand down his shoulder and back, she pressed a kiss into his sweaty hair and then let out a blissful giggle.

After a moment Taylor groaned and slowly pulled out of her before rolling off to the small space beside her on the twin bed. Looking at him, Kelsey could tell that there was no way he was going to work up the stamina for another round and that he would likely be dead asleep in less than five minutes. So, after carefully removing the condom and tying it off, Kelsey started looking for Taylor’s boxer briefs and her clothes.

Finding the former, she tossed them at him before picking up the rest of her clothing.

“Give me a minute and I’ll take you home.” Taylor mumbled softly.

“You’re about three minutes from passing out Tay.” Kelsey replied. “I can call an uber, it’s fine. You should sleep.” Knowing that he would likely protest, Kelsey shifted to kneel on the bed, dressed only in her undergarments and bent to kiss him. “Seriously, sleep. I’ll let myself out and be on my way. This was a lot of fun.”

Giving up the fight, Taylor shifted on the bed after pulling on the boxer briefs and by the time Kelsey had finished getting dressed and grabbed her back, there were already soft snores escaping him.

Pressing one more kiss to his cheek, Kelsey unlocked his door and slipped out of his room closing it behind her. Grateful that none of his roommates were in the common area, she let herself out of the suite and left the dorm, requesting an uber ride home.

By the time she left herself into her mod, Kelsey was more than ready to fall into her own bed. Seeing one of her other roommates she blushed softly.

“You look like you had a fun night…”

“Yeah it was good.” She agreed, grabbing a bottle of water from their fridge.

“Good enough to repeat?”

Kelsey hadn’t left her number or anything but she certainly wouldn’t mind meeting up with Taylor again at some point.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind repeating that.” With her roommates laughter following her, Kelsey made her way into her room and stripped before heading for a quick shower. Noting a few small bruises along her hips and thighs as she washed Kelsey knew that she definitely wouldn’t mind a repeat of tonight.

#taylor makar #taylor makar imagine #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #taylor makar nws #nws #lemon #cavalanche #046

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